PETTIGREW, PETER FIDEL

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Player's Name: Garret.
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Name: Peter Fidel Pettigrew.
Alias: Wormtail.
Age: Sixteen.
Birthday: January 18th, 1960.
Gender: Male.
Blood: Half; his mother was a witch, his father a muggle.
Sexual Preference: Hetero.
Wand: Nine inches of brittle chestnut surrounding a dragon heartstring core.
Pet: A basically useless barn owl named Claudis.
Special Ability: Animagus; takes the form of a rat.

Year: Six.
House: Gryffindor.

Best Subject: Charms.
Worst Subject: Transfiguration.
Quidditch: Peter wouldn't be able to stay on a broomstick if he were glued to it.
Patronus: Yes. It's a scimitar oryx.

Hair: Peter wouldn’t mind describing his own hair as slightly pathetic; he’s well aware of that. Most think that its unruliness is a result of Pete trying to assume some sort of rebellious veneer, but that’s far from the truth. He just doesn’t often comb it. It’s a light chestnut color - quite dull, really - and it comes to just above his protrudent ears.
Eyes: A watery gray-blue color.
Height: 5'9".
Weight: 145 lbs.

Those that see Peter walking the corridors or sitting in class, well, they wouldn’t really set him apart from anyone else. He’s done a very good job of making himself invisible unless he’s around his three closest friends - or being heckled for somehow embarrassing himself. He keeps his head down and avoids eye contact with people around him; he often sits low in his desk and seldom puts his hand up to answer a question. When he’s called upon spontaneously in class, he often becomes flustered and manages to stutter out an answer that usually isn’t correct (unless it involves Charms or perhaps Herbology, the only two subjects that can hold his interests for very long). The worst thing about being so horribly awkward and withdrawn by himself is that he blushes quite easily, and, as he’s pale enough to blend with snow, quite deeply. It makes it incredibly obvious that he’s been embarrassed, which happens a lot. The color spreads from his cheeks to his large ears, which doesn’t earn him much respect.

The most important thing to know about Peter Pettigrew is that his personality depends wholly on his environment, namely the people around him. For example, close friends reflect a completely different side of him; humorous, happy, open, but often the butt of a joke. He’s a good natured individual, and therefore doesn’t mind being poked at every once in awhile. He’s come to terms with the fact that he’s not the coolest person in the world; he’s okay with it. He tends to follow what other people do, because he’s afraid that if he doesn’t, he’ll be rejected. His friends are what make him feel content with himself and the way he is, and when he’s away from them he changes entirely. Strangers make him nervous and awkward, due to his many insecurities. He’s absolutely terrified of being disliked, especially by someone he’s attracted to. Peter’s never once had a girlfriend, only because he’s too afraid of females to really ask one out or make any sort of move. Although it conflicts with his good nature, Peter becomes fierce when it comes to defending his friends, the one trait that makes him a valid Gryffindor. Although he’s not physically strong, he has a vast knowledge of charms and hexes, and despite the fact he’s a terrible duelist, he won’t hesitate to throw one at any person that decides to make some sort of conflict with someone he cares for. When things get a little too risky, however, don’t expect him to stick around. He’s a bit like the Cowardly Lion; he does have compassion for his friends, but it will never exceed his concern for his own safety.

Peter is fairly intelligent; it’s one of his few talents. He’s not the type of intellectual that would answer questions in a classroom full of people, of course, but he does get good marks and is rarely confused by his studies. He’s horrible at application, however, especially when it comes to Transfiguration and Potions. It’s not that he’s stupid, obviously, he’s just very shaky and uncoordinated, and lacks confidence when it comes to a lot of things. He could be very talented at something and fail at it only because he’s so completely sure that he will. Pete is often slightly aloof, distracted at times by insecurities and other times by bits of fluffy, random thoughts; because of this, he comes off as lacking in the common sense department. He’s also easily bent and manipulated, both by people that he cares deeply for and/or admires, and by people that are stronger than him. He’s been made to do a lot of things he didn’t want to in his life, only because he wasn’t strong, confident, or self-respecting enough to refuse.

He appreciates simple things, like his friends and family, the sunrise and sunset, rain, nature, and Hogwarts itself. His favorite food is mashed potatoes - just mashed potatoes. They don’t need to be seasoned or buttered, they only need to be mashed. And to be potatoes. He would never eat a sweet potato, however. That’s just disgusting. What’s wrong with you? His favorite sort of music is anything soothing, inspiring, or romantic. He has a huge appreciation for poetry and any sort of good read, and will often sit up late into the night reading. Although he wishes he could play Quidditch and other types of sports, he has the coordination of a bat in broad daylight, so he prefers to watch and enjoys it thoroughly. The type of people he likes are those that like him, simple as that - he can’t stand most Slytherins, though (typical house discrimination, egad) and anyone who makes him feel too, too bad about himself. He does have his limit, you know.

Margaret Whimble was born and raised by a family of pureblooded wizards in Portree, Scotland; she met Albert Pettigrew in London, visiting extended family, and automatically liked him. He was awkward, but in a very endearing way, and his ears were adorable enough to die for. You see, Margaret was quite ready to get married; she was fresh out of school and was not, in the least, prepared to further her education and was much too lazy to find some type of job. She was also haunted by the lovely thought of having a little one scampering around her feet. The only problem was that she was very plain-looking, with flat brown eyes and thin hair the color of dirt - so, as you can probably imagine, her search for a mate was exceedingly difficult, and of course, a mate is usually required to become a stay-at-home mother. When she saw Albert Pettigrew trying to pull the hem of his coat out of a taxi door, she knew that he was the one. She assisted him and immediately engaged him in conversation, and to make a sort of long story a bit shorter, they were married two months later. Of course, neither family approved of said marriage. Margaret’s family disapproved of Albert because he was far too poor, and also a Muggle (they couldn’t decide on which was worse); Albert’s family simply thought Margaret was unattractive and just strange. Regardless, the two were in love, and only two months after they were married, Margaret was pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to a boy, who they mutually agreed to name Peter.

Peter Fidel Pettigrew was born on January 18th, 1960 at approximately 3:25 AM; he was a healthy, plump child, weighing in at 10 pounds and a few odd ounces. Margaret was delighted with the baby - they both were, of course, only Alfred was flooded with anxiety. He knew Margaret did magic and she’d explained that it was hereditary, and so he was, understandably, nervous about how his son would turn out. He had sort of an imagination on him, Albert did, so he had absolutely no idea what Peter would come out looking like: would he be part dragon, or a pixie, or a vampire; would he be able to shape shift? He didn’t like any of those ideas. Albert had always imagined himself having a fairly average kid that he could teach to fish and to generally be a man. He wasn’t sure how good he would be at raising a pixie. However, he knew long before Peter was born that no matter how he turned out, he would love him. It was a sort of intuition he had, probably because he loved Margaret so intensely that he could never resent anything she gave birth to. That the birth occurred complete ease was a complete relief to Albert, and as soon as they brought the boy to their quaint London home, he felt a sense of completeness. For the first time in his life, he felt entirely fulfilled and content.

As Peter grew, the Pettigrews realized that they couldn’t do much for the child on their budget. When he grew into a toddler, Margaret had no idea how she would send him to Hogwarts in nine years when she was staying at home; her and Albert’s families had cut them both off, so she was completely reliant on her husband. Not only were they living paycheck to paycheck, but all of their income was muggle money - the only wizard money she had to her name was ten galleons, four sickles and a dozen knuts in her account at Gringotts. She resolved herself to finding a job. A close friend of hers worked at the Ministry, in the Department of Magical Transportation, and told her that she could easily help her get a job somewhere in the Ministry - and she did, in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, in the Goblin Liaison Office.

Once, when Peter was eight, he somehow ended up on the roof of their building. Albert had been called into work on his day off, and on a last minute’s notice - despite his wife’s advisory to let her do the babysitter finding - hired a muggle sitter. Margaret’s reasoning for being the one to find Peter’s sitters was more than just over protectiveness. He was nearing age 11, and she knew that he would be displaying some sort of magical potential soon. She needed a wizard or witch to care for him in case something happened. And of course, something did. The sitter upset Peter by not letting him play outside, and so he disappeared. Why he ended up on the roof is a mystery, but he was there for at least twenty minutes before he finally got up the courage to try and get down. The sitter had no idea he’d gone anywhere; she only figured he was sulking. When Peter tried to climb down from the roof, he slipped and fell. If Margaret wouldn’t have arrived just in time to whip out her wand and quickly slow his fall, the unthinkable would have happened. Since that day, Margaret Pettigrew has been painfully protective of her only son. She can’t bear to think of what would happen if she lost him. Alfred is more or less of the same disposition; he felt unbearable guilt for hiring the wrong sort of sitter and nearly killing his son in his rush to get to work. They rarely allowed him to play outside and never let him around other kids. Sending him to Hogwarts was almost painful.

In his first year of school, Peter was frightened of everything. He’d not been around children his age in a very long time, and all of the bigger students terrified him. It was a wonder that the Sorting Hat put him in the place that it did. The entire Great Hall was divided between gasps of surprise and bouts of laughter when the hat above the quivering boy’s messy hair shouted “Gryffindor!” There was nothing brave or loyal about Peter Pettigrew on that day. As he progressed into his first year, he made a few friends, but still spent most of his time alone, reading. He rarely ventured out to Quidditch games and, as he was incredibly homesick, was often found in the owlery sending letters to his parents. He opened up considerably as he grew older, however. By his second year, he’d befriended the trio that would stay with him for the rest of his stay at Hogwarts: James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. It shocked him that the three boys actually seemed to like him, and he strived to live up to their standards of mischief makers and generally people that everyone knew. Since meeting them, he’s opened up quite a bit, daring to venture out to Quidditch games, visit Hogsmeade, and even socialize just a tiny bit more.

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Signed: Garret.